The superpower users sitting inside the truck have no idea what's ahead.
All they feel is an eerie silence surrounding them.
Ten kilometers ahead of the truck driven by the base commander, the endless black sea rolls across the ground.
Their faces are vacant, more than a year since the apocalypse, and the rotten flesh hanging from them sways precariously with every violent shake.
It's rare to see any zombie in a decent condition.
Nearly every zombie has limbs with varying degrees of fractures, twisted in bizarre ways, yet it doesn't hinder their movement.
At the forefront of the zombie horde, there are a few clean figures.
It's Zombie King Li Mucheng, Zombie King Xiao Li, and Zombie King Li Mo spanning three generations of grandfather, father, and son.
Just by standing there, they can intimidate all zombies within dozens of miles.
Not to mention at the back of the zombie horde, Zhang Yiming is riding a motorcycle following them.
